He lingers on the stairwell, caught between one lifetime and another. Diva and Saya; night and day.
"You're so quiet, Solomon." In the silence Nathan's voice seems to blare from the phone, jerking Solomon back into reality.
"Saya… Saya is there?"
"The whole bunch of them, actually, sneaking around all over the place." The other man's voice is light and casual; he could be commenting on how blue the sky is, maybe a song on the radio.
"As Amshel intended." Solomon feels his throat tighten.
"Not for Saya really, but getting her out of the way would certainly be a feather in Amshel's cap." His conclusion sounds like an afterthought.
Solomon presses his lips together, and it's a moment before he can find words. A question.
"Why are you telling me this, Nathan?"
"Well, Solomon, I wanted to give you a chance." Still that casual tone, yet a quality that Solomon does not recognize has slipped into his brother's voice too.
"I see…" His jaw works silently for a moment, then he manages a "Goodbye, Nathan." before hanging up.
"A chance…"
There is a long way to travel and precious little time. He looks down the remaining few steps and moves. His choice is made before he reaches the landing.
Nathan's surprise at Solomon's arrival isn't feigned, and it ends up getting him kicked through a trailer wall by Haji. Just as he'd lost faith…
"The hero arrives in the eleventh hour." He murmurs to himself.
"Perfection." He smiles.